Tuesday, July 31, 2012


grey the color of an august dawn
grey his unbending scorn
grey the mind that does not matter
grey another silky morn.
grey your hands untie quietly
grey ribbons that tear easily
grey the gashes healing unseen
grey the love that grew hastily.
grey every moment waited
grey every thought doubted
grey your very soul that's haunted
grey your brown eyes are painted.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Can't touch this.

This is not how it was supposed to turn out.

In the end, you find only one truth - that there is none.

Friday, March 9, 2012


And our stories were made from deep fires
And there they'll burn for eternity
And there they'll rise from ashes and lies
And there they'll flicker and die.

Monday, March 5, 2012

that afternoon

a sharp intake
of breath
clothes quietly
premature, our oaths
self controlled
the self glorified
the self defiled
our lips met
and worlds exploded
not in the methodic, literary way
but inside young souls
where we lost ourselves
not knowing
where you began
and I
got lost.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

A Serenade In Flames

For once again
You tread heavy
A flicker of rain dust
And pencil thin,
Fickle brimming love.
You see as far as I stand
You see red
You see naught
You look again
You see your future consumed
Scratched into my little, black book.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Stuck In November

So the band I manage has finally recorded one of their songs. Give it a listen and show it to your friends too. :) More songs coming up soonly, ofcourse.


The band will be performing at The Big Mushroom Cloud on November 5th at CounterCulture, Bangalore. Do come!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


You scare me with your silence. I could shake you, slap you, put you out of your misery, carry your tune in my step or hold you till my breath dies . But you wouldn't feel a thing and I'd die if you said something after I've given up for this one last time.